I watch her arch her brow as I tell her that I know where her daughter got her taste. I can only guess at what might be going through that pretty little head of hers. Perhaps she suspects that there's something more to my relationship with her daughter, that we're closer than just pack mates? Well, that would be a false accusation but it's not like I'm not intrigued by young Cade. She has her mother's talents for wit and intellect, she's just growing into herself is all. Of course from here, we could go one of three ways. Selene could applaud her daughter's interests and wish us luck. She could loathe the decison her daughter is making and warn me to stay away. The third option is the most wicked and yet the most deserving. She could steal her daughter's interest for herself. I wouldn't say no to a more experienced player.
She studies me as she circles, watching my muscles as if waiting for me to spring at her in defense. I'm not so insecure to fear for my own life just because a threat is near. I welcome the challenge, the danger. I welcome any form of bloodshed. The viking I was before is still in my cold stiff heart but the night walker I am now only lends it more fervor. When my gaze drops to her throat, she senses something cause I detect a note of amusement glowering in her own stare. Perhaps she is onto what I am or perhaps she has no clue that night walkers are in Blossom. She might just think I have a thing for blood cause I've heard there were other clans, cults rather, started that circled around their lust for the crimson substance. They know nothing of its importance. They wished only to shed it. I wish to make it of value, make it bring life as it does for everyone, but to bring this life unto me and take it from the unfortunate or undeserving, whichever I find first, I'm not picky.
Her body gives a subtle shudder as thoughts of danger imminent cross her features. She can tell that there's something about me, she just doesn't know what and yet she's excited by it. This only curbs my curiosity more. I wish to know more of her. She doesn't hesitate then to draw in closer, her fur almost meshing with my own porcelain hide, testing the waters, watching my every twitch. It would be a sin to draw back now as if convulsed by the action. Rather, I am drinking in her magnificent perfume, drowning in it as I close my eyes for the briefest second, aware that she could attack in this time but something tells me she's too smart for that. My reflexes are razor sharp and my hearing is anything but impaired. I would catch the pause in her breath, the coiling of her muscles right before she springs. I would know she's coming before she even leaves the ground.
When I speak of monsters, she gazes at me, intrigue in her emerald green gaze now as if she's putting two and two together. Could she possibly guess what I am? When I introduce myself, she repeats the name as if mesmerized, her own voice coming out silky smooth and sensual, as if we were more intimate. I would love that. I could picture her beneath me saying my name just like that and it sends ripples of pleasure through my body. She seems pleased that I would watch her as I do, catching her own gaze whenever possible and trying to hold it, read her eyes like a really good novel. I have never had qualms with looking into the eyes of another wolf. They say it is a challenge so think of me as an eternal challenge. I never say no to a fight so what do I have to lose? Certainly not my life. She is beautiful and I'm sure she is desired by many. For all I know, she already has a special someone waiting on her when she makes it back to Andere. Ask me if I care. I don't think in terms of relationships. I think in terms of possession and if I say she's mine, then I dare any wolf to touch her, let alone think about touching her.
When I ask for her name, she uses my own words against me, emphasizing key points. Apparently she caught onto the possessive word "my" but at least she's not fighting it. She introduces herself as Selene. So she is indeed the former queen of Andere Siete, Cade's mother. Finding my thoughts confirmed, I nod my head in acknowledgement, eyes only lighting up more with interest. She dips her torso, my eyes traveling languidly over her curves once more as she puts them on display. She greets me formally, her voice still saying my name with that sensual arch that makes my hormones go crazy, suddenly glad for the darkness surrounding us in case she were to see too much of that excitement. Not that I'm shy about it or anything. A teasing murmur drips from my own lips in reply. Mmm, you can have the pleasure as long as you share....Selene. I pause before saying her name, drawing it out like a pet name. My voice has a growling sensation to it, something more savage, animalistic. Deciding that I should know more about her while we're here, I tilt my head, still searching her gaze. So are you heading back to Andere? I'm available if you need an escort. Wouldn't want an upstanding female like yourself traveling alone through the dangerous free lands. My eyes glint in slight amusement, interested to hear her response.
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so just bite me baby
and drink all my blood
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